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Jack SnipeEats Tripe:It is therefore credibleThat tripe is edible.And therefore, perforce,It follows, of course,That the Devil will gripeAll who do not eat Tripe.And as Nic is too slowTo fetch 'em below:[983]And Gifford, the attorney,Won't quicken their journey;The Bridge-Street CommitteeThat colleague without pity,To imprison and hangCarlile and his gang,Is the pride of the City,And 'tis AssociationThat, alone, saves the NationFrom Death and Damnation.

Jack SnipeEats Tripe:It is therefore credibleThat tripe is edible.And therefore, perforce,It follows, of course,That the Devil will gripeAll who do not eat Tripe.

And as Nic is too slowTo fetch 'em below:[983]And Gifford, the attorney,Won't quicken their journey;The Bridge-Street CommitteeThat colleague without pity,To imprison and hangCarlile and his gang,Is the pride of the City,And 'tis AssociationThat, alone, saves the NationFrom Death and Damnation.

First published inLetters and Conversations, &c., 1836, i. 90, 91. These lines, which were inscribed in one of Coleridge's notebooks, refer to a 'Constitutional association' which promoted the prosecution of Richard Carlile, the publisher of Paine'sAge of Reason, for blasphemy. SeeDiaryof H. C. Robinson, 1869, ii. 134, 135. First collectedP. W., 1885, ii. 405.

Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses,All in the antique style of Mistress Sappho,Latin just like Horace the tuneful Roman,Sapph's imitator:But we Bards, we classical Lyric Poets,Know a thing or two in a scurvy Planet:Don't we, now? Eh? Brother Horatius Flaccus,Tip us your paw, Lad:—Here's to Mæcenas and the other worthies;Rich men of England! would ye be immortal?Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise toGillman Jacobus;Gillman Jacobus, he of Merchant Taylors',Minor ætate, ingenio at stupendus,Sapphic, Heroic, Elegiac,—what aVersificator!

Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses,All in the antique style of Mistress Sappho,Latin just like Horace the tuneful Roman,Sapph's imitator:

But we Bards, we classical Lyric Poets,Know a thing or two in a scurvy Planet:Don't we, now? Eh? Brother Horatius Flaccus,Tip us your paw, Lad:—

Here's to Mæcenas and the other worthies;Rich men of England! would ye be immortal?Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise toGillman Jacobus;

Gillman Jacobus, he of Merchant Taylors',Minor ætate, ingenio at stupendus,Sapphic, Heroic, Elegiac,—what aVersificator!

First published inEssays, &c., 1850, iii. 987. First collected 1893.

My dearest Dawtie!That's never naughty—When the Mare was stolen, and not before,The wise man got a stable-door:And he and I are brother Ninnies,One Beasthelost and I two guineas;And as sure as it's wet when it above rains,The man's brains and mine both alike had thick coverings,For if he lost one mare, poor I lost two sovereigns!A cash-pouch I have got, but no cash to put in it,Tho' there's gold in the world and Sir Walter can win it:For your sake I'll keep it for better or worse,So here is a dear loving kiss for your purse.

S. T. Coleridge.

1829. Now first published from an MS.

I.—By Likeness

Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant?O guard your tempers! hedge your tongues aboutThis empty head should warn you on that point—The teeth were quarrelsome, and so fell out.

S. T. C.

II.—Association by Contrast

Phidias changed marble into feet and legs.Disease! vile anti-Phidias! thou, i' fegs!Hast turned my live limbs into marble pegs.

III.—Association by Time

simplicius snipkinloquitur

I touch this scar upon my skull behind,And instantly there rises in my mindNapoleon's mighty hosts from Moscow lost,Driven forth to perish in the fangs of Frost.[985]For in that self-same month, and self-same day,Down Skinner Street I took my hasty way—Mischief and Frost had set the boys at play;I stept upon a slide—oh! treacherous tread!—Fell smash with bottom bruised, and brake my head!Thus Time's co-presence links the great and small,Napoleon's overthrow, and Snipkin's fall.

? 1830. First published inFraser's Magazine, Jan. 1835, Art. 'Coleridgeiana'. First collected 1893.

Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular.A heart of one chamber they call unilocular,And in a sharp frost, or when snow-flakes fall floccular,Your wise man of old wrapp'd himself in a Roquelaure,Which was called a Wrap-rascal when folks would be jocular.And shell-fish, the small, Periwinkle and Cockle are,So with them will I finish these verses trivocular.

Now first published from an MS.

Or a premonition promulgated gratis for the use of the Useful Classes, specially those resident in St. Giles's, Saffron Hill, Bethnal Green, etc.; and likewise, inasmuch as the good man is merciful even to the beasts, for the benefit of the Bulls and Bears of the Stock Exchange.

Pains ventral, subventral,In stomach or entrail,Think no longer mere prefacesFor grins, groans, and wry faces;But off to the doctor, fast as ye can crawl!5Yet far better 'twould be not to have them at all.Now to 'scape inward aches,Eat no plums nor plum-cakes;Cry avaunt! new potato—And don't drink, like old Cato.10Ah! beware of Dispipsy,And don't ye get tipsy!For tho' gin and whiskeyMay make you feel frisky,[986]They're but crimps to Dispipsy;15And nose to tail, with this gipsyComes, black as a porpus,The diabolus ipse,Call'd Cholery Morpus;Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion to feed him,20Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him!Ah! then my dear honies,There's no cure for youFor loves nor for monies:—You'll find it too true.25Och! the hallabaloo!Och! och! how you'll wail,When the offal-fed vagrantShall turn you as blueAs the gas-light unfragrant,30That gushes in jets from beneath his own tail;—'Till swift as the mail,He at last brings the cramps on,That will twist you like Samson.So without further blethring,35Dear mudlarks! my brethren!Of all scents and degrees,(Yourselves and your shes)Forswear all cabal, lads,Wakes, unions, and rows,40Hot dreams and cold salads,And don't pig in styes that would suffocate sows!Quit Cobbett's, O'Connell's and Beelzebub's banners,And whitewash at once bowels, rooms, hands, and manners!

Now to 'scape inward aches,Eat no plums nor plum-cakes;Cry avaunt! new potato—And don't drink, like old Cato.10Ah! beware of Dispipsy,And don't ye get tipsy!For tho' gin and whiskeyMay make you feel frisky,[986]They're but crimps to Dispipsy;15And nose to tail, with this gipsyComes, black as a porpus,The diabolus ipse,Call'd Cholery Morpus;Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion to feed him,20Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him!

Ah! then my dear honies,There's no cure for youFor loves nor for monies:—You'll find it too true.25Och! the hallabaloo!Och! och! how you'll wail,When the offal-fed vagrantShall turn you as blueAs the gas-light unfragrant,30That gushes in jets from beneath his own tail;—'Till swift as the mail,He at last brings the cramps on,That will twist you like Samson.So without further blethring,35Dear mudlarks! my brethren!Of all scents and degrees,(Yourselves and your shes)Forswear all cabal, lads,Wakes, unions, and rows,40Hot dreams and cold salads,And don't pig in styes that would suffocate sows!Quit Cobbett's, O'Connell's and Beelzebub's banners,And whitewash at once bowels, rooms, hands, and manners!

July 26, 1832. First published inP. W.1834. These lines were enclosed in a letter to J. H. Green, dated July 26, 1832, with the following introduction: 'Address premonitory to the Sovereign People, or the Cholera cured before-hand, promulgatedgratisfor the use of the useful classes, specially of those resident in St. Giles, Bethnal Green, Saffron Hill, etc., by their Majesties', i. e. the People's, loyal subject—Demophilus Mudlarkiades.'

[1-6]om. Letter 1832.

om. Letter 1832.

[7-8]To escape Belly ache Eat no plums nor plum cakeLetter 1832.

To escape Belly ache Eat no plums nor plum cakeLetter 1832.

[12]And therefore don't get tipsyLetter 1832.

And therefore don't get tipsyLetter 1832.

[16]with this gipsy] of Dys PipsyLetter 1832.

with this gipsy] of Dys PipsyLetter 1832.

[22]And oh! och my dear HoniesLetter 1832.

And oh! och my dear HoniesLetter 1832.

[28]offal-fed] horn-and-hoof'dLetter 1832.

offal-fed] horn-and-hoof'dLetter 1832.

[41]dreams] dramsLetter 1832.

dreams] dramsLetter 1832.

[44]And whitewash at once your Guts, Rooms and MannersLetter 1832.

And whitewash at once your Guts, Rooms and MannersLetter 1832.

After44Vivat Rex Popellio!Vivat Regina Plebs!Hurra! 3 times 3 thricerepeated Hurra!Letter, 1832.

After44

Vivat Rex Popellio!Vivat Regina Plebs!Hurra! 3 times 3 thricerepeated Hurra!

Letter, 1832.

You come from o'er the waters,From famed Columbia's land,And you have sons and daughters,And money at command.But I live in an island,Great Britain is its name,With money none to buy land,The more it is the shame.But we are all the childrenOf one great God of Love,Whose mercy like a mill-drainRuns over from above.Lullaby, lullaby,Sugar-plums and cates,Close your little peeping eye,Bonny Baby B——s.

You come from o'er the waters,From famed Columbia's land,And you have sons and daughters,And money at command.

But I live in an island,Great Britain is its name,With money none to buy land,The more it is the shame.

But we are all the childrenOf one great God of Love,Whose mercy like a mill-drainRuns over from above.

Lullaby, lullaby,Sugar-plums and cates,Close your little peeping eye,Bonny Baby B——s.

First collected 1893. 'Baby Bates' was the daughter of Joshua Bates, one of the donors of the Boston Library. Her father and mother passed a year (1828-1829) at Highgate, 'close to the house of Dr. and Mrs. Gillman.' See a letter to Mrs. Bates from S. T. C. dated Jan. 23, 1829.N. and Q.4th Series, i. 469.

Little Miss Fanny,So cubic and canny,With blue eyes and blue shoes—The Queen of the Blues!As darling a girl as there is in the world—If she'll laugh, skip and jump,And not beMiss Glump!

1834. First published inAthenæum, Jan. 28, 1888. First collected 1893.

[976:1]'There is a female saint (St. Vuilgefortis), whom the Jesuit Sautel, in hisAnnus Sacer Poeticus, has celebrated for her beard—a mark of divine favour bestowed upon her for her prayers.'Omniana, 1812, ii. 54. 'Pereant qui ante nos nostra dixere! What! can nothing be one's own? This is the more vexatious, for at the age of eighteen I lost a legacy of fifty pounds for the following epigram on my godmother's beard, which she had thebarbarityto revenge by striking me out of her will.'S. T. C.

[981:1]These lines are written on a fly-leaf of a copy ofFive Bookes of the Churchby Richard Field (folio 1635), under the inscription: 'Hannah Scollock, her book, February 10, 1787.' The volume was bequeathed to the poet's younger son, Derwent Coleridge, and is now in the possession of the Editor.

[983:1]Written for James Gillman Junr. as a School Exercise, forMerchant Taylors', c. 1822-3.

[984:1]Written in pencil on the blank leaf of a book of lectures delivered at the London University, in which the Hartleyan doctrine of association was assumed as a true basis.

[987:1]To Miss Fanny Boyce, afterwards Lady Wilmot Horton.

Circa1796-98

Light cargoes waft of modulated SoundFrom viewless Hybla brought, when MelodiesLike Birds of Paradise on wings, that ayeDisport in wild variety of hues,Murmur around the honey-dropping flower.

First published in 1893. CompareThe Eolian Harp(Aug. 1795), lines 20-5 (antep. 101).

Broad-breasted rock—hanging cliff that glassesHis rugged forehead in the calmy sea.[988:2]

First published in 1893. CompareDestiny of Nations(1796), lines 342, 343 (antep. 143).

Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissemblesAnd scarce the Willow's watery shadow trembles.

First published in 1893. Compare line 1 ofA Fragment Found in a Lecture-Room, 'Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream' (ante, p. 35).

With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound,[or]Guess at the wound, and heal with secret hand.

With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound,

[or]

Guess at the wound, and heal with secret hand.

First published in 1893. The alternative line was first published inLit. Rem., i. 279.

Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue.

First published in 1893. A line fromVerses to Horne Tooke, July 4, 1796, line 20 (ante, p. 151).

And write ImpromptusSpurring their Pegasus to tortoise gallop.

First published in 1893.

Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by PowerForget thirst's eager promise, and presume,Dark Dreamers! that the world forgets it too.

First published inLit. Rem., 1836, i. 27.

[1]Due] TheseL. R.

Due] TheseL. R.

Perish warmthUnfaithful to its seeming!

First published inLit. Rem., i. 279.

Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death,''His wither'd Fist still knocking at Death's door.'

First published inLit. Rem., i. 279. Quoted from Sackville'sInduction to a Mirrour for Magistrates, stanza 48:

'His wither'd fist stil knocking at deathes dore,Tumbling and driveling as he drawes his breth;For briefe, the shape and messenger of death.'

God no distance knows,All of the whole possessing!

First published inLit. Rem., i. 279. CompareReligious Musings, ll. 156-7.

Wherefore art thou come? doth not the Creator of all things know all things? And if thou art come to seek him, know that where thou wast, there he was.

First published in 1893. Compare theWanderings of Cain.

And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea.

First published in 1893.

Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound.

First published in 1893.

The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares.

First published in 1893.

My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys.

First published in 1893.

And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of AnguishLike the faint echo of a distant valley.

First published inNotizbuch, 1896, p. 350.

In darkness I remain'd—the neighb'ring clockTold me that now the rising sun shone lovelyOn my garden.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 279. CompareOsorio, Act I, lines219-21(ante, p.528), andRemorse, Act I, Sceneii, lines218-20(ante, p.830).

[2]sun at dawnL. R.

sun at dawnL. R.

The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink)Shot half his rays aslant the heath whose flowersPurpled the mountain's broad and level top;Rich was his bed of clouds, and wide beneathExpecting Ocean smiled with dimpled face.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278. CompareThis Lime-Tree Bower(1797), lines 32-7 (ante, pp. 179, 180).

Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs.

First published inNotizbuch, p. 351.

Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice.

First published inNotizbuch, p. 355.

Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought.

First published in 1893.

Nature wrote Rascal on his face,By chalcographic art!

First published in 1893.

In this world we dwell among the tombsAnd touch the pollutions of the Dead.

First published in 1893. CompareDestiny of Nations, ll. 177-8 (ante, p. 137).

The mild despairing of a Heart resigned.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278.

Such fierce vivacity as fires the eyeOf Genius fancy-craz'd.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278. CompareDestiny of Nations, ll. 257, 258 (ante, p. 139).

——like a mighty GiantessSeiz'd in sore travail and prodigious birthSick Nature struggled: long and strange her pangs;Her groans were horrible, but O! most fairThe Twins she bore—EqualityandPeace!

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278. Compare concluding lines of the second strophe ofOde to the Departing Year, 4o, 1796.

DiscontentMild as an infant low-plaining in its sleep.

First published in 1893.

——terrible and loud,As the strong Voice that from the Thunder-cloudSpeaks to the startled Midnight.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278.

The swallowsInterweaving there, mid the pair'd sea-mewsAt distance wildly-wailing!

First published in 1893.

The Brook runs over sea-weeds.Sabbath day—from the Miller's merry wheelThe water-drops dripp'd leisurely.

First published in 1893. It is possible the Fragments were some of the 'studies' forThe Brook. SeeBiog. Lit., Cap. X, ed. 1907, i. 129.

On the broad mountain-topThe neighing wild-colt races with the windO'er fern and heath-flowers.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278.

A long deep laneSo overshadow'd, it might seem one bower—The damp clay-banks were furr'd with mouldy moss.

First published in 1893.

Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads.

First published in 1893.

'Twas sweet to know it only possible—Somewishescross'd my mind and dimly cheer'd it—And one or two poor melancholy Pleasures—In these, the pale unwarming light of HopeSilv'ring their flimsy wing, flew silent by,Moths in the Moonlight.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 277, 278.

[4]In these] Each inL. R.

In these] Each inL. R.

[5]their] itsL. R.

their] itsL. R.

Behind the thinGrey cloud that cover'd but not hid the skyThe round full moon look'd small.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 277. CompareChristabel, ll. 16, 17 (ante, p. 216).

The subtle snowIn every breeze rose curling from the GroveLike pillars of cottage smoke.

First published inLit. Rem., i. 278.

The Subtle snow in every passing breezeRose curling from the grove like shafts of smoke.L. R.

The Subtle snow in every passing breezeRose curling from the grove like shafts of smoke.

L. R.

The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall,A-shining thro' the snow.

First published in 1893.

Amaniacin the woods—She crosses heedlessly the woodman's path—scourg'd by rebounding boughs.

First published in 1893.

Compare this with discarded stanza in 'Introduction to the Tale of the Dark Ladié' as printed in theMorning Post, Dec. 21, 1799 (videante, p. 333).

And how he cross'd the woodman's paths,Thro' briars and swampy mosses beat;How boughs rebounding scourg'd his limbs,And low stubs gor'd his feet.

Note by J. D. Campbell,P. W., 1893, p. 456.

In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer, an image of ice, which makes its appearance thus: Two days before the new moon there appears a bubble of ice, which increases in size every day till the fifteenth day, at which it is an ell or more in height;—then, as the moon decreases the Image does also till it vanishes.Mem.Read the whole 107th page of Maurice'sIndostan.

First published in 1893. 'Hymns to the Sun, the Moon, and the Elements' are included in a list of projected works enumerated in the Gutch Notebook. The 'caves of ice' inKubla Khanmay have been a reminiscence of the 107th page of Maurice'sHindostan.

The tongue can't speak when the mouth is cramm'd with earth—A little mould fills up most eloquent mouths,And a square stone with a few pious textsCut neatly on it, keeps the mould down tight.

First published in 1893. CompareOsorio, Act III, lines259-62(ante, p.560).

And with my whole heart sing the stately song,Loving the God that made me.

First published in 1893. CompareFears in Solitude, ll. 196-7 (ante, p. 263).

God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim!

First published in 1893. Compare the last line ofThe Ode to the Departing Year(ante, p. 168).

And re-implace God's Image in the Soul.

First published in 1893.

And arrows steeled with wrath.

First published in 1893.

Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate,Breath'd in his soul! etc. etc.

First published in 1893.

O man! thou half-dead Angel!

First published in 1893.

Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark browChill me, like dew-damps of th' unwholesome Night.My Love, a timorous and tender flower,Closes beneath thy Touch, unkindly man!Breath'd on by gentle gales of CourtesyAnd cheer'd by sunshine of impassion'd look—Then opes its petals of no vulgar hues.

First published in 1893. SeeRemorse, Act I, Sc.ii, ll.81-4(ante, p.826). CompareOsorio, Act. I, ll.80-3(ante, p.522).

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